There were too many movies. There are also too many prices. On the Croisette, a cat would not find her young. The jury, eyes shining like those of a rabbit in the headlights, did what they could. One imagines that the great game consisted in often looking at one's watch in the dark, with the requisite discretion, many films being as long as a meal with Jim Harrison. Indigestion was near. As usual, it began with the procession of agreed speeches and tartignolles thanks.
The festival teaches us amazing things. It was recalled that this was a question of "dealing with the human condition". There was talk of supporting Hungarian female students. The routine, what. In the emotion, the funny Anaïs Demoustier confused Palme d'Or and Caméra d'Or. All this leaves one wondering.
The Palme d'Or is awarded to the French Justine Triet for Anatomy of a Fall
At least Wang Bing and his endless documentary about Chinese textile workers were escaped. Otherwise, the record was a plan-plan. Koji Yakusho did not regret having...
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